This story was adopted sometime around March of 2011 from my friend who, at the time was going through a major case of Fanfiction Withdrawal (we hadn't had internet installed yet.). I created the Fanfic DT's Challenge for her (Challenge and submission form can be found on my Deviant Art page), and she, in turn, gave me this. Chapter 1 is mostly her work. She handed me the rough draft and said "write this." So, several pages of notes, character sheets, creative fudging of timelines and years worth of work later, we have this. Thanks to her for the seed and the kick in the ass when I wasn't writing. Hope its want you wanted Roo.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I never will, but I do own the new prophecy.

Surrender to Strange Circumstances

Chapter 1: Meetings and Strange Occurrences

Billy Black sighed and maneuvered his wheelchair into his son's bedroom.

"Jake." The vaguely human shaped lump sprawled across the small bed did not move.

"Jake!" Billy tried again, louder. The mound didn't shift.

"JACOB!" he shouted, shaking an exposed leg. Still nothing. He sighed again, and then grinned. Billy's black eyes twinkled as he raised his glass of ice water.

"Don't even think about it, Dad." Came a voice muffled by the pillow.

"What?" Billy smiled, sliding the glass back into the cup holder, "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure, sure." Jake muttered, turning over.

"Time to get up. You have to run up to Seattle and get that kid from Boston."

"Alright, alright, I'm up." Jacob stretched and ran a hand through his hair. "Still don't see why some kid from Massachusetts wants to study the Quileute's and why we're letting him." Jacob growled.

"The Council made the decision while you were gone. It's a done deal and the kid's already on his way. Now, here's his name," Billy handed Jacob a scrap of paper, "make one of those signs and bring him back here."

Jacob rolled his eyes with a grin and pulled on a clean white t-shirt. He took a marker and quickly scribbled the name Billy gave him on a sheet of notebook paper. With that done, Jacob called a goodbye to his father and ran out to his Rabbit.

The drive to Seattle was uneventful and rather pretty as it was one of the rare sunny days in this part of the country. Even so, Jacob felt more than a little silly standing at the arrivals gate of the airport with his flimsy notebook paper sign done in bright purple marker.

As a handful of people emerged from the causeway, he felt the pull of thousands of cords that Sam once described to him. He scanned the crowed and zeroed in on a brunette with shoulder length hair hanging loose and hiding his face as he talked to the woman next to him. Jacob's breath hitched when the young man tucked his hair behind an ear, revealing a profile that Jacob knew would haunt his dreams.

While Jacob was driving to Seattle, Flight 213 from Boston was emerging from a storm system that covered Middle America. Most of the passengers were rather green around the gills due to the turbulence caused by said system.

The sole exception was a green-eyed teen that was currently helping an elderly lady down the causeway to the terminal.

"Mrs. H, you just order some peppermint tea at the shop here, and I promise you'll be right as rain." He said reassuringly.

"Thank you Harry, dear, I'll try that. I hope you find what you're looking for as well." The silver-haired lady patted the teen's arm and he smiled as he handed her off to her son and daughter-in-law before heading out to get his trunk and find a cab.

Harry was brought up short when he noticed someone holding a sign with 'Harry Lupin-Black' scrawled on it. His breath stuck in his throat when he noticed the person holding the sign. The man was huge! He was easily 6'6" with short dark hair, and muscles that made Harry check for drool. Harry's face turned bright red from the heat of the man's stare.

"Um, I'm Harry Lupin-Black." He said, tearing his eyes away from the broad chest perfectly outlined by the tight white t-shirt that made the bronze skin even darker and emphasized the warm chocolate brown eyes that stared straight into his soul. Harry gulped and then the giant smiled. Or rather, the giant tried to smile, it came off as more of a grimace and Harry could feel the hostility radiating off the larger man in waves. Harry sighed and mentally rolled his eyes. Oh, how he wished he were somewhere else.

"Jacob. I'll be your ride to Quileute Country," the giant said and eyed Harry's trunk. "That all you have?"

Harry nodded, shifting to get a better grip on the trunk. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when Jacob pushed his hand out of the way and hoisted the trunk onto his own shoulder. Harry's whole life was in that trunk! Including the portable potions and microbiology labs he had brought to run tests on the local plants, wildlife and the werewolves themselves.

"Let's go then. I'd like to make it back to La Push before dark." Jacob said.

Harry shook his head and followed Jacob out of the airport wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into now.

Elsewhere in the world, in a secure bunker, were seers of every species. From human to vampire and werewolf, goblin and veela and every species in between, they watched the world, puzzling out the paths of destruction and salvation. Generally they were a quiet bunch, not much of global interest came about on a daily basis, but when Harry Lupin-Black landed in Seattle, Washington the whole complex came alive, and every Seer said the same thing.

The White Wolf is in place

Salvation or Destruction awaits His choice.

The rest of the Choices have been made

And have been accepted.

The Traitor betrayed her fate,

The Son accepted the gift,

The Healer chose her path,

The Living Lover chose the Dead

And the Alpha claimed his Pack.

It is left to the Savior, the Chosen One

To Join with the Five and save us all

Or to Deny his fate, and Doom the world.

Most of the world wanted to leave the White Wolf and the Five as they were, content to let the prophecy and the game play out as it would. Only a small city deep within the Tuscan region of Italy rebelled against this particular world view. The powers that ruled in Volterra, Italy knew very well, this White Wolf could be the end of their reign of terror with the unification of the worlds of Earth. They were not going to let that happen.